Yeah, there were gnu slingers in the Old West. Had to use slings to get 'em outa the rail cars they were shipped in. It was kinda like unloading horses er cows with a crane.

But the most feared with the gnu flingers, who could fling a gnu as far as fifty feet.

Yes, to face down a gnu flinger at high noon on Main Street took courage. But there was one other desperado no one in the Old West ever wanter to go up against. Bill Hickok ran from them, Clay Allison (the Wild Wolf of the Washita) licked their boots, Jack Slade bought them drinks, and no one ever, ever messed with

The Gnupoo Flinger, especially when the gnupoo was new. New gnupoo flung on someone's shoes was nothing to boast of, and the flingers of new gnupoo showed shoes to be their main target. Finally, a doctor rode into town and cleaned them out: Doctos Scholl's and his posse, called the Odoreaters.

And the rest is history.